Liar, beggar-man, thief—that’s me,
a fugitive from sins long ago.
And while faith is a promise,
it’s not for the light of heart,
hence weeping—down and out—for the once
no more humble for all my faults
than I should be, but begging all the same.
Yes, you can trust me. Trust me.
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